guiltless love.

I am lonely, and I feel guilty for being so.

People are suffering all over the world--without food, without a home, without family, without any love.

And I'm lonely. I want to scream, and cry, and mope, and act as if I'm the only person in the world who has had their heart broken. I know I'm not, though, and the evidence surrounds me.

I know I deserve more than this, and I know I deserve nothing at all.
What a predicament I find myself in.

I have so much love to give--and you missed out on it.

I need to get over this, but I don't want to be over it.
I need to move on, but I don't want to forget.
I need to love, but I'm afraid now.

I am so angry--and so alone.

And there are a millions of voices echoing the same, solemn cry.
So I will love them--so I can let go of you.

And one day, I will experience what it is like to love and be loved.
Until then, I will only love.